Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 21:29:23 -0500 (EST)
From: Aby Over
Subject: New TG Story - 'Abi- Male-Waitress'
An Aby Story
This story is free to distribute so long as this introduction is kept in
full. The aim of the my stories is to show a positive or more caring side
to transgenderism. I myself believe that there are too many stories out there
that involve violence, harm or forced crossdressing as a punishment which I
do not like for the message that it gives to those unsure about there sexuality
and may be given to believe that such a lifestyle only gives them the right
to be punished and feel guilty for simply being themselves. And so you will
not find violence or punishment in these stories, but that is not to say
that they are not intended to be sexy!!
Story Two
Abi - Male-Waitress
'Simon could I just ask you a favour?'
That was the question that started it all. I had been working at the
restaurant for a few months now as a your usual waiter, taking orders,
serving drinks and that kind of thing. But when the boss, Anne, asked me
to do her a favour it was one of the last things I imagined....
The idea of dressing in the 'wrong' kind of clothes was an area that I had
never really given much thought until recently, with the other typical
thoughts and experiences that a young teenager goes trough at my age. I
had never been the most masculine of boys, but had always seen myself as a
pretty normal kid, though that would change!!
The job at the restaurant down the road from me paid well, about $5.00 an
hour, so well above the rate that my friends would get, who hardly made
minimum wage. Admittedly it cost me my weekend nights, but at that age
(going on 15) there was not much to do round where I lived. For all the
money that I was making there were a few things that I seemed to do
without, most notably a haircut!, as my blondy-brown hair was down past my
shoulders by this time, and I would have to tie it back for work and
school. At the restaurant there were a few of us on the waiting staff,
with at least two working each night. Anne had always insisted on there
being an even number of girls as boys at all times. It was that wish that
would cause her to ask me question. Usually when I worked on a Saturday
night there would be me or Jim as well as Julie or Rachel on table waiting,
but the night before this particular Saturday Anne told me that she was
unable to get Julie or Rachel to work (apparently Julie was going on
holiday and Rachel was off sick in bed). Not wishing to be short of
numbers Anne asked me to work as well as Jim, which I naturally thought
meant the two of us as waiters. However she had a surprise in store:
'Well Simon you know that I have always had a balance of waiters and
waitress every night'
'Yeah I've noticed that, but I you said that Julie and Rachel couldn't
work'
'That's why I wondered if you could fill in for them, for you to be a
waitress for the night'
'Sorry what did you say, you want me to be a waitress??'
'I know it's a strange favour, but I've tried everyone I can think of and
there's only you and Jim who can work tomorrow.'
'But why me?'
'You've seen Jim, he's not exactly waitress material is he'
She had a point there, Jim was nearly 6ft tall, as opposed to my 5ft 2.
'Also you have nice long hair and the right build for it, please I'll be so
grateful, how about triple wage, say $15 an hour'
Anne said as she smiled longingly at me. Now this isn't the kind of thing
that you get asked to do everyday is it! The idea of making about a
hundred pounds in one night defiantly appealed, but idea of dressing up in
girls clothes and serving people I was not sure about, I was especially
wary when I considered the kind of things that a waitress had to wear,
usually a short skirt and light blouse (I have to admit to having spent
numerous hours at work 'admiring' the look of either Julie or Rachel!).
'I will help you with getting ready tomorrow, we'll make a great waitress
out of you I'm sure!'
Anne attempted to encourage me. In my head the dilemma was ticking very
fast, and there was a definite curiosity factor there, a desire to find out
what it was like to be a girl, especially in such a feminine role. After a
bit of thinking I decided:
'Ok I'll do it, but you'll have to help me out'
'Sure, now just for starters I don't think you can really have a waitress
called Simon can you, what do you want instead?'
'How about Abi'
It was a name that I had always liked, and Anne seemed to like it also, and
so Abi the waitress was born!
I agreed to go round to Anne's house a few hours before I was due to start
work to get ready. On the walk home the implications of my decision began
to sink in, what would others say what the main problem on my mind. Upon
reaching my house I told my mum that I had to work the next day, but
happened to miss out that I was working as a waitress! With the different
thoughts and conflicting ideas in my head I went to bed that night, part of
me not being able to wait until tomorrow.
After a usual Saturday morning, homework, helping round the house etc, it
came time for me to leave for Anne's. My mum was a bit curious why I had
to start work so early, but I simply told her that there were a few things
to get ready for the restaurant, which was almost the truth! On the way
over to Anne's home the conflicting thoughts were still racing through my
head:
What was I doing, I was a boy and boys don't dress like waitresses, but
again the curiosity and desire got the better of me and I continued on my
way towards being Abi for the night.
'Arr you're here, good then lets get on with it shall we Abi'
Anne smiled to me.
'I've been getting the clothes and things together, I even when all the way
to Manchester this morning for one special piece!'
That 'special' piece turned out to be a pair of silicon breast forms, to
help add to the effect. Anne seemed to have defiantly put a lot of effort
into this plan. I followed her to her bedroom where she had laid out the
typical 'uniform' of a high class waitress: short black skirt, white almost
see-through blouse, black tights and formal shoes. But the things that
caught me eyes the most were the pieces of quite sexy underwear that Anne
had got for me to wear!
'I've been looking into this shall we say crossdressing idea and come up
with some helpful tactics'
By this she meant to hide my manhood from the world in effect.
'Right lets start, you'd better take off those boy's clothes Abi'
I had never been fully naked in front a woman before except my mum when I
was little, especially not a woman of Anne's 'quality', but I was going to
do this then I suppose that being naked was going to be one the least
challenging aspects, so I began to take off the jeans and t-shirt that I
had come in.
'Ok for a teenage girl, you do appear to have a bit to much hair and boyish
features'
And with that I followed Anne to the bathroom.
By this time the desire to try out being Abi was firmly in control as I let
Anne shave what body hair there was on my legs and chest. Also she washed
my long hair well, it was amazing the effect the conditioner and other
products had on my usually quite matted hair. A quick bit of care and my
skin appeared to be softer, more feminine.
'Just a bit of perfume I think, some thing fresh and womanly'
After all of this pampering in the bathroom I returned to the bedroom
feeling like a 'new woman'!!
'Right time to try something I read about'
Anne looked down to my relatively small maleness, but it was still out of
place for Abi. She took it in her soft hands and with a bit of effort tied
it down between my legs, it was not exactly a comfortable position but did
give the flat front of a teenage girl.
'That's the bottom sorted, now for the top'
She smiled and reached for the breast forms, they were not the largest size
that I had ever seen but pretty generous for a 15 year old girl!!
'I know we could use an adhesive to fix these in place'
'But that would be permanent wouldn't it, I have to go home tomorrow!'
I expressed, that was actually the first time that a sense of reality came
to my mind, that I had to live with the changes that she was carrying out,
but the hair would grow back I supposed. So we decided to simply hold my
new breasts in place with a the bra. The bra itself was quite lacy, with
some sexy patterns on them, but hopefully full enough with hide the fact
that my breasts weren't real!! Strapping me in Anne stood back to admire
my new chest:
'Well Abi I think you will defiantly be catching a few eyes with those to
night!!
That was the kind of line that made me worry, did I really want to be
catching people's eyes, but also I seemed to excited by that idea, that I
might be able attract people's attention with my appearance. Anne handed
me the matching briefs which were also quite lacy but with a white
impression of innocence to them. Next came the make-up and hair styling,
which left me with a ponytail and bangs down the front. Anne still hadn't
let me look into the mirror yet so when I did get a look at the new Abi it
was amazing, the transformation from average, plain looking boy to teenage
girly stunner was unbelievable. The clothes of a waitress came finally.
The black tights made my legs seem somehow longer, more shapely, especially
with the short black skirt which only reached to my mid-thiye. Add the
white blouse and formal shoes and the waitress was ready.
'What do you think then Abi?'
'Well I'd catch my own eye if I saw myself!!'
'Thankfully your voice has still not fully broken, but a bit of training
and I reckon that Abi with be ready for service'
For the rest of the afternoon Anne showed me how to work as a waitress, and
walk like a real girl.
It at last got to 6pm and we headed over to the restaurant. So far I had
only shown myself to Anne, but that bound to change over the evening.
'Are you ready Abi?'
Anne asked before we got out of the car
'I think so, lets go'
My nerves at what the other staff would say was building in my stomach as
we walked to the door, would they laugh at this attempt by a poor boy to
pretend to be a girl, would they see my real identity straight away. As it
turned out Anne had told most of the staff what was going on, and
thankfully they all acted warmly towards Abi. I was simply told the same
as usual in the waiting service. The difference came when Jim arrived,
being the only other person there aged under 20. Although Jim was no
male-model he had not exactly been hit with an ugly stick either, but it
was not a matter that I gave much thought to before. For some reason as
Abi I noticed many of Jim's attractive male features, his square jaw, his
manly build, it was clear why Anne had chosen me over him to act as the
waitress that night.
'So you're Abi then, well hi I'm Jim'
He started with, as if he had never met me before
'Come on Jim you know its me, don't you?'
'You mean you're also Simon, but in front of me is an attractive waitress
called Abi'
With that came a boast, a compliment can so help a girl's confidence! As
so we began to get on with work, doing my usual jobs. Once the customers
began to arrive I started to wonder, how many of them could tell that I was
not a real girl, I was the same person who had served them before, only as
Simon not Abi. But the one difference that I became aware of was the
treatment that they afforded me, especially the male diners. Not longer
was there the simple ordering of food and acknowledgement of service that
Simon received. Now Abi was gaining attention, people would thank her and
look into her eyes (with some private thoughts on their minds??) Being
conscious of the clothes I was wearing it quickly became clear that men
enjoyed the time I was around them, with my bra easily visible and my short
skirt not hiding much around my waist. At one point I had to bend over to
pick up a fork that a customer had 'accidentally' dropped, and with a
sudden streak of manipulation I showed my admiring public what they wanted
to see, letting my skirt ride up my legs and a quick fast of white as well
as allowing my blouse to open to those in front of me. This little
presentation which only lasted a split second seemed to catch the eyes of
many of the men in the restaurant, the majority of whom had female partners
with them!! With that I began to realise the power that I could have over
these people, by the end of the night I was looking into the eyes of many
eaters and hinting at some more, some they obviously wanted but could never
have, especially if they knew my real identity!
But as well as the customers that night I also noticed the attention of one
other person, Jim. At any moment that he could he would be looking at me.
I wondered if it was simply a curiosity that I was the guy he had know for
ages, or if he was looking at Abi as a girl, as he would look and admire
any other attractive female. As the night began to draw to a close and
things started to quieten down Jim came over to me:
'Hi Abi, I know probably want to get home but I was thinking we could go
for a walk or something after we finish'
It was immediately clear what he meant, again there were conflicting
messages in my head, on one side it was telling me that I was really a boy
and that this night had been strange enough as it was, but on the other
there was a real sense of excitement, of longing to see where it would
lead. Naturally the latter won out and I agreed to let Jim walk me back to
my house, with that he began to turn away but as he did brushed his hand
over my backside and smiled. I smiled back and to myself also.
For the rest of the night I was in rapid anticipation, with a desire to see
what might happen on a simple walk home. Anne must have seen our exchange,
as she came to me later and handed me her keys, whispering in my ear:
'Here Abi, I'll be staying at John's tonight, there's drink in the kitchen
and protection in the bedside table!'
It became immediately clear what Anne had in mind, what she thought I
wanted, and it was in fact the best thing she could have told me. With
that I almost ran to Jim who was getting his coat.
'Are you ready to go Abi?'
'Defiantly'
As he opened the door for me he asked
'So where is that you live?'
Abi then took control over me, saying that I lived with Anne and that she
was out for the night. Jim seemed a bit taken a back by the implication
that I was hinting at but instead of reacting badly he smiled and put his
arm around my shoulder, letting me feel his warm body. We chatted on the
way to my new house, almost running at some points with a desperation to
reach the possibility of fulfilling ourselves!
'Here at last'
I smiled as I unlocked the door and let Jim into the empty house. I took
his slightly hesitant hand and lead him towards Anne's bedroom. Kicking
the old clothes of my previous life a side whilst I put my arms around
Jim's neck and kissed him passionately full on the lips. With a desperate
movement his hands ran up my legs and under the short black skirt that
barely covered my pert backside then unclipping it, at the same time I
undid his tie and slide off his shirt revelling a great body. We
eventually broke off and stared into each other eyes before Jim lifted me
off my feet and carried me to the large double bed, I unbuttoned my blouse
as Jim removed his trousers. The feel of the silk bed sheets on my bare
back and legs was completed as he pulled down my lace knickers to reveal my
semi-womanhood.
'Have a look in the draw'
I whispered as I rolled on to my front, showing my virgin hole to Jim.
'Here we go Abi!'
And he drove his self into me, with spasms of pain and pleasure I moaned
encouragements as Jim pushed harder and harder. The tape holding my own
sexuality in place could no longer manage and I burse out and exploded with
desire.
'Oh god yes'
I screamed as Jim finally filled my new pleasure hole.
'Abi that was great'
With that we turned to face each other again and smiled for what seemed
like hours. All of a sudden Jim kissed me quickly and started to grab his
stuff
'I've got to get home, I will see you again won't I Abi?'
'Sure lover!'
Jim eventually got dressed after much distraction and left for home. I
looked around what had become Abi's new home and smiled to myself. With
thoughts of Jim on my mind, and not much thought about tomorrow I fell
asleep on Anne's huge bed.
I was woken by the sound of the door bell ringing, grabbing a purple silk
dressing gown from the wardrobe I ran down to let Anne into her own house.
The look on my face must have told Anne exactly what had happened the night
before without even opening my mouth.
'So Abi, I've just heard that Julie and Rachel can't make tonight's shift,
and might not be able to be back for quite a while, what do you say, shall
we erase Simon from the staff list??'...........
THE END